Long Nights Mystery.
An illuminated offering for the sleeping season.
A lantern lighted me to bed
Because I had no candle;
Across the frozen fields it shone
And danced upon the Wandle.
Cock robin in the icy hedge,
Nor blackbird, bill in feather,
Nor snail tucked snug in close-shut house
Will ever now know whether
A lantern lighted me to bed,
Because I had no candle,
And from my frozen window-pane
Beamed clean across the Wandle. Walter de la Mare, 1942
A scattering of clues:
A dreamy curation for the dark nights of winters whispering breath. Offerings on a bed of moss, tangled up wit sticks and stones. A conjuring of Cailleach’s brew to warm the winter chill. A luminary to guide you through the dark. The horn of a mighty stag lost in winter shedding. The scent of forest duff to swaddle and warm your skin. I cannot tell you more or the mystery will end…
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